Waffle Mania Poem by Darwin Henry Beuning
Waffle Mania
One of my favorite memories
Of growing up on our Minnesota farm,
Our family Waffle Breakfast.
We all would gather around the kitchen table,
Each in our designated spot.
Father on one end, me, on the other.
Five sisters seated round.
Mother and baby brother in his high chair
Sitting closest to the stove.
One round, golden waffle at a time,
Broken into four pieces.
Each of us, anxiously,
Waiting our turn.
Usually on a weekend,
A Waffle Breakfast lasted hours.
Those memories of family gatherings can bring one much comfort. Nice feeling to this poem. Well done.
now THAT is a memory to cherish! ! ! especially if you had organic maple syrup. Perkins Restaurants made my favorite pancakes. yum! ! i can't recall our family of 4 boys and 1 girl EVER having breakfast together. maybe we did. and how did you all keep from getting fat, or didn't you? oh! Farmers. that was probably the secret. to MyPoemList. bri :)
Your breakfast of fried potatoes, bacon and eggs sounds more appealing to me than waffles, but to each his own. The important thing is the time spent around the kitchen table with family. I assume these waffles were home-made and not the Eggo variety. home-made is always better.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/18/2024 10:50:59 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Pleasant memories. Thanks for sharing.